You look at me with a sharp gaze,
Mouth salivating with the taste of wonder
Of what a human can create
Make and shape
Into the palm of your hand.

You lose your breath
Panting begins to escalate
Glares begin to infatuate
Your senses onto my own fragility.

I speak no words but
Just shape myself
Into the form of which you cannot surrender
Your senses onto my own fragility.

Soon the clock strikes
Your senses spike
and no less than a minute
That your touch is wandering my form.

I speak no words
Just brace myself for
I am simply made of clay.

Oh heavy heaving flower,
Come and feed from my light.
Let me flourish your dying roots
And replenish the life you were given.
Your petals fall slowly my rose bud,
Drip and drop they go.
A bitter thorn begins to grow out of you
And slowly attaches the water I have given.
Oh bitter flower,
You are swarmed by insects that endure your sweet scent.
They suckle off of the pollen you have left
Though without caution they ****** the energy you were given.
Oh heavy dying flower,
You finally close up with darkness to aid you.
Your life has slowly faded into solitude and shame
As you bend your head in the name of the torn rose.

Fire.
It burns inside my body.
Cold water forms my newly born tears.
Regret lingers through my decaying mind,
As I stand,
And wait.
A word spoken from you,
Shatters my glass body,
And crystalises it.
I mend myself,
As you too begin to break me once more.
My resistance to your fatal touch becomes weaker.
But still I stand,
As I turn to you.
I still pleasure you with my pain,
My faults,
Myself.
You begin to laugh at my disobedience to your immature requests,
And I breathe a sigh.
A sigh of lost hope
As I run up those steps to safety,
And weep,
For now I know that you have won.

Light becomes bright.
Curtains drawn to reveal the scene.
Creaks of footsteps
Pass my wooden doors.
I sit patiently,
On a cold bedded floor
Looking from the window
So far away.
I grasp specks of dust
Surrounding me like soft glitter
Or so I thought.
I hear the door handle being motioned
Rapidly and frantically.
My body becomes frozen
As a window appears fully open.
The floor becomes ice
Burning my skin.
Paralysed with fear she enters,
But I float away.

I shot to the ground
From a bullet,
With no mercy.
I crawled along the waste line,
With no words I could speak.
I felt your arms around me,
But I could not see your face.
Every movement tore my body apart,
And every word you spoke,
I could not erase.
Your body was made of pure glass,
Now shattered by an action
I could not undo.
I continued to crawl helplessly
As I heard your cries.
And no life did I endure
But only the end of it.

Nothing hurts when i'm alone.
I begin to drink that sweet poison,
That empties my mind.
Nothing hurts when i'm done,
As I run through daisy fields,
Of artificial happiness.
A smile caresses my face,
As my mind fades into blinding light.
Time flies by.
My heart races.
Not one feeling I can remember,
Not one feeling I can forget.
I wake up in a cold sweat,                                                           ­  
Of utter guilt and regret.

I walk an empty road,
I'm lost and confused,
And all seems dull and dreary.
I walk an empty road,
Not expecting much left,
Nothing to do,
But to ponder and accept.
I walk an empty road,
And stop.
I see light beneath the winged oaks,
And breath in the beauty that stands before me.
She was so beautiful,
With eyes reaching my weary soul,
She welcomed me with open arms towards me.
Never did I feel this before.
Never did I feel that sweet love,
That I felt with her touch.
Her smile made the darkened road shorter,
As she took my broken hand into hers,
And took me to a place of comfort and joy.
Home.
She was my home.
As time flew by,
We both laughed and cried,
And helped each other through treacherous roads.
Her name is music to my ears,
And her heart beats out gold.
She took me out,
And led me in.
I wish this existed within others,
But I have her,
My angel,
And that's all I need.